At night you can miss
the sound of wind chimes,
unless a gust calls on
them to answer louder,
and through an open window
entire civilizations of language
are lost because no one replies
or is heard.
But the hum of rain can bring
a world to life again-
I press my hands to the screen,
let the vibrations dance
against my fingertips.
It’s like this song we all sing
in some variation, their words slow
like a secret Morse code
I’ve been learning all my life.
